The Mind Is Not to Be Cooled down by Remedies Lighter Than the Lusts With Which It Burns

There is rage I am pretending not to see as there are birds outside,
a moon in the sky. This is why

I am never invited back. Yet we close our eyes
and grit our teeth, don’t we? In the dark?

Can I do what? Certainly. I howl at it. So don’t laugh! As this doesn’t
usually happen…

OK it does. It is better to acknowledge
everything we are—it’s why

I am pretending to not only be part-bird
and celestially unobjectionable. And it is why

I’ll hold you after too. Do I know what I’m doing here?
Of course! Hence, I’m never invited back

again as they close their eyes and the door behind me
pretending they’re lambs.